Loving You In Secret novel Chapter 677

Regardless of that, Vicky could not tolerate it because she was never in this kind of situation before.

Tyler hung his hospital gown on the side and looked at Vicky.

"Are you sure you still want to stay?" he asked.

"I…" Vicky's lips quivered. The courage she gathered disappeared into thin air when Tyler looked at her.

Was she really going to stay here and look when Tyler had his shower?

Since Vicky said nothing, Tyler prepared to take off his underwear.

Just when his hand reached his waist, Vicky let out a shriek.

"Ahh! Don't take it off!"

She quickly ran out of the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

Tyler smirked when the door closed.

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Immediately after Vicky ran out of the bathroom, she went to the window and opened it to take many deep breaths.

What a crazy thing she just did; barging into a bathroom when a man was trying to take a shower and she nearly saw his naked body.

'Just let him take his shower. You're not the one who's going to suffer. Why are you panicking?' she thought as she looked for an excuse for her action. 'I had to stop him from taking a shower because he's going to come down with another fever. If he continues to stay in the hospital, I need to take care of him, and it's going to cost me more time and energy. He had given me so much money, and I can't bear to leave him alone in the hospital. I need to take care of him until he's allowed to be discharged. That's why I wanted to stop him from taking a shower.'

After the round of self-consoling, Vicky felt much better.

She looked at the bathroom and closed all the windows in the ward. After that, she took the air-conditioner's remote control and tuned it to 30 degrees Celsius.

It was the start of autumn, so the temperature during the morning and the night was a big difference. The days would normally be very hot, and the night would be chillier. It was true even at this very hour.

Vicky connected the hair dryer to the plug and started to dry Tyler's hair. At this moment, it occurred to her that it was not that easy to earn Tyler's money.

She had to worry about everything, and if she kept her eyes off him even one second, he might try doing something dumb that would make his sickness worse.

Despite her stern expression, she dried his hair softly. Her fingers stroked his hair so softly and gently.

Tyler looked at the mirror in front of him and at how focused Vicky was on blow-drying his hair.

Although her face contorted in displeasure, her eyes concentrated gently.

Suddenly, it reminded him of the moment he saw her playing the piano. Her expression and eyes looked just as they were in that mirror reflection.

Serious and formal, as if she was doing something very important.

For some reason, he felt like someone had stroked the string to his heart softly.